Of course.
It’s all in the past.
But as an experienced gambler, there’s one thing that is always clear in the mind.
——In a casino, never sit at the sa table as the owner.
It’s not that you can’t win.
It’s just that winning or losing is no longer about the cards in your hand, but about the will of others.
No gambler likes this feeling; even winning doesn’t feel satisfying.
"Gambling is just an interest. Interest is unrelated to skill or winning and losing."
Jiang Chen nodded in agreent, stopping the car at the zebra crossing.
"Does Young Master Song have any interest in turning this interest into a business?"
"Are you talking about Moon City that you ntioned last ti, Jiang?"
"Yes. The big boss behind Moon City is called Zhong Xiaoye, nicknad Nine-headed Bird, he used to work under Yu Guangrong. After Yu went in, he used Yu’s resources and surpassed him, turning his own platform, Moon City, into the world’s top online betting empire."
Jiang Chen just gave a brief introduction, and as he saw all the pedestrians pass through, he released the brake.
"He’s a smart person, but too smart."
Song Chaoge sharply critiqued, hitting the nail on the head.
"Are you implying that, Jiang?"
Discussing business doesn’t necessarily need a high-end place to sit down and sip tea slowly.
"Is Young Master Song interested in Moon City?"
Song Chaoge smiled, "It’s a cash cow, Jiang, and you’re giving it away to others?"
"There’s an endless amount of money in the world to earn."
Jiang Chen concluded simply, their conversation was exceptionally concise.
To cut down soone else’s tree, you at least have to exert so effort, even if this tree extends beyond boundaries and blocks soone’s sunlight.
The fact that it claims to be the largest online betting platform in the world, you can imagine the vast web of interests behind it, and how many people are caught in this web.
But there is no free lunch in the world; others have made the tree big and fat, and now you just want to swing the hoe, it’s unlikely that no effort is required.
"Sure, money is inexhaustible, but this cash cow was discovered by you, Jiang, how could I selfishly keep it all to myself?"
Jiang Chen was straightforward and direct: "If Young Master Song is willing, we can collaborate in the future. There are countless people in the world who have a gambling interest like you."
Song Chaoge smiled knowingly.
Regarding Moon City, it’s impossible for him not to have heard of it, even if he hadn’t before, after the last conversation with Jiang Chen, he must have investigated.
Greed, ambition, desire, these are all human nature.
But understanding boundaries is crucial.
In Shen Zhou’s five thousand years of history, even rebellion requires a just cause; with such a vast market of billions of people worldwide, why insist on targeting the mainland?
It’s not about forcefully taking away from others.
It’s a typical case of courting disaster.
"Jiang, it’s fortunate you’re a Shen Zhou person."
Song Chaoge sighed for no apparent reason.
Not just this ti, but Boss Jiang’s approach has never changed, always treating foreigners like fat sheep.
"Better them than us. Tricking your own people is disgraceful."
This statent from Boss Jiang can be said to elevate the classic Daoist sect teachings.
At the sa ti.
It pierced the last layer of the windowpane.
Song Chaoge might not have expected him to be this straightforward, involuntarily stunned, after a mont of silence, this prestigious young master who seems to always focus on the dostic market, smiled slightly: "Are you mocking , Jiang?"
Everything was laid bare.
Before Jiang Chen could speak, the voice continued from the side: "Jiang, do you agree that there are only positions in this world, no right or wrong?"
Jiang Chen remained silent, then nodded.
"I agree."
"Jiang, do you know why those shady deals in Myanmar are rampant and can’t stop? Do you know why Fang Jun wasn’t severely punished and didn’t get a lengthy sentence? Do you know why I’ve remained unhard?"
Each question sounded more powerful than the last.
The forr behind-the-scenes owner of Peace Hotel, Du Enqin, was almost an open secret, and Fang Jun’s business in Myanmar was long shattered. But is Fang Jun really the top leader?
If pursued.
Fang Jun would surely die in prison, and Young Master Song sitting beside, who claims to be uninvolved, probably couldn’t escape unscathed either.
"Because Young Master Song and Young Master Fang have status."
Jiang Chen’s candid answer made Song Chaoge burst into laughter.
The atmosphere being what it is, naturally, there’s no need for further concealnt.
"You’re right, Jiang, but not entirely. There are plenty with status, but those who et bad ends are not few."
Jiang Chen didn’t deny it and calmly said, "I would like to hear more."
"Rember at Apang Palace, I discussed this with you."
Jiang Chen nodded.
He certainly rembered.
The theory about "Blaming the Victim" uttered then still lingered in his mory, and he felt quite affected by it.
Were those who were supposedly "tricked" into Myanmar really all innocent?
"Now, Jiang, you should be clear that Myanmar is not just about telecom fraud."
Soone like Song Chaoge would certainly not repeat what he said before, looking straight ahead, speaking at a leisurely pace: "Existence is reasonable. Jiang, have you not considered why those industries in Myanmar haven’t been eradicated by now?"
Jiang Chen remained silent.
"And has no one ever ntioned it to you? Including Jin Se?"
Jiang Chen still remained silent.
Song Chaoge withdrew his gaze, smiled: "Indeed. Standing from Jin Se’s standpoint, if I were her, I wouldn’t discuss this with you either."
"Jiang, your current girlfriend is your junior, right?"
Even Jiang Chen for a mont couldn’t follow the shift in the conversation.
How did it jump to Li Shuru?
"During your university years, your girlfriend’s father unfortunately passed away, and if I’m not mistaken, it was due to a heart condition. Jiang, if there had been a compatible heart available then, could that tragedy have been avoided?"
"What do you an, Young Master Song?"
Jiang Chen spoke softly.
"Out of your noble character, you didn’t seize soone else’s heart resource, but fundantally, it was due to a shortage of heart resources."
Song Chaoge paused, even though he understood Jiang Chen’s past, he certainly wouldn’t know: it wasn’t about morality, but at that ti, Boss Jiang was simply limited in ability, narrow in perspective. If it was now...
The heart is only one, cutting in line represents taking away soone else’s hope of survival.
Indeed.
There is no right or wrong in this world, only positions.
"Have you ever thought, Jiang, where do those scarce organs co from?"
Jiang Chen’s pupils shrank slightly.
This question is actually quite simple; even elentary school students can answer it, but precisely because of this, it’s all the more horrifying!
"Those willing to sign for body donation are few in the end, compared to the patients lying in hospital beds waiting for salvation, they are like a drop in the ocean. For ordinary folks, life and death are fate, but what if it’s those who can significantly benefit Shen Zhou? Like top scientists, senior talents across various fields, entrepreneur leaders driving economic developnt, or even... those in high places guiding us. When they lie in bed, needing life-saving aid, is there ti for them to line up?"
The Red Flag Guoya suddenly pulled to the side and stopped.
Song Chaoge remained indifferent.
The car fell silent for a mont.
"It’s not that I want to harm my own people, but foreign bodies, organs, blood cannot possibly match with us."
"Jiang, so things, always need soone to do them."
Having experienced, watching helplessly as Li Shuru’s father lay waiting for death, Jiang Chen remained silent for a long ti.
Compared to the naive young man he was, he felt he had grown significantly, but now he suddenly realized there’s a ntal gap between himself and those born at the top like this.
No wonder.
The actions of Song Chaoge, Fang Jun, which ordinary people would see and criticize harshly, seem insignificant, unimportant to Cao Jinse, Ye Tingxuan, Yang Qinghua, or the entire Kyoto City.
This is a tacit understanding.
An understanding incomprehensible below the steps.
"So Jiang, the Allied Army in Myanmar needs to know when to stop. It’s for your good and everyone’s good,"
Jiang Chen twitched his mouth, wanting to laugh, but nothing ca.
"Lesson learned."
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